Four Legs are Better Than Two?
I mounted a horse twice during the time I spent in El Salvador, and both times someone ended up on the ground. The first time, my friend Natalie (pictured here) ended up with a little bump on her head after she and her friend Marilyn both somehow fell off a horse that was walking at a snail’s pace. The second time was much more consequential.I’d been working as a translator for a group of artists who’d come from San Francisco State University to work on art projects with students and community members in and around the village of Colima. On one of their last days in country, the San Francisco crew made arrangements to travel to Izalco for a day of fun, and they were nice enough to take me along with them. After meeting with a local witch-doctor of sorts and learning about some of the pre-Colombian traditions that are still practiced (by a few people anyways) in Izalco, we went to a ranch...









